This was a world where three kinds of people existed. The Sinners, the Ascenders, and the Humans. The Sinners, and the Ascenders, were vampires. The only differences between the two was; one group was more high class than the other, and they both hated each other. No human was aloud to know about the two groups, the humans were used as a blood supply. For thousands of years it's been the same.

The Sinners and Ascenders were know to be myths to the humans. Vampires were known to have unimaginable beauty, beautiful eyes, and lustrous pale skin. Most of this was true, but they did have long claws and sharp fangs.

It all started. . . in the middle of the night. Screams filled the old cottage as it went up in flames, like a match. He stood there at the archway of the front door. With a sinister smirk tugging at his lips. Watching the flames eat, and dance in the old cottage. His men, under command, slaying who ever that slept in the cottage. Magnus Julian Harper, was his name. A vampire prince of the Ascenders organisation. He brought up his hand to his mouth and licked his 1 ft long claws clean of the blood. Two people were able to slip away from his grasp. No one ever slipped away from his grasp. It was two humans. Golden eyes scanned the room to see a old, cracked, window opened. His smirk suddenly turned into a disgusted frown. 

Alex and Anna had slipped through the window. Alex holding his baby sister. He was sixteen while she was six years old. He bolted right out of their small town and into the forest. Anna made small whimpers, and with tear stained cheeks, she watched her home and several others go up in flames. 

The cold winter night wasn't helping at all. Alex trudged through the snow that was up to his knees. Energy was running low for Alex, as it was like running up a hill with a forty five pound weight. He knew he had to pull though this. Alex didn't care where he was going, as long he was away from those people he would call 'freaks'. He stopped in his tracks. Then took a breath. They would never forget the appearance of that man who came into their home. Blond, short, hair, golden eyes, five feat and eleven inches tall. He never really kept the buttons of his dress shirt up, most would be loose, showing his pale, muscular chest. Magnus wore mostly black, at the time of the fire he was wearing a black suit jacket and black dress slacks. 

Alex's chest flared in anger. Wanting nothing more than revenge. Their parents got trapped in the burning blaze, but there was nothing they could do. 

Alex turned around and saw another old cottage. They must have been miles away from their town. But why would they just attack their town, burn everyone's home down, and come after them?

Alex opened the door to the cottage and closed it with his foot. He set down Anna on a small crocheted rug. Alex searched the house to see if anyone was there. Not finding anybody, he knew they needed heat in order to survive. He quickly looked for the fire wood and a match to light. Only finding two pieces of wood, he then took a wooden chair and brought it down on the floor.

Anna flinched for a second when hearing the loud sound.

"It's okay, Anna." He reassured her. All she could do was hug herself, and rub her arms, causing friction. Before she knew it there was light. The fire crackled, as she watched the flames dance. She would never forget what happened that night. She didn't really understand what happened but she will remember those eyes. Ones that were not from this world.